Who is it I like again?

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Soooooo I haven't been here for a long time. SURPRISE! You can thank the reader who commented on the last part! 

I genuinely love you guys for reading so much

This part might be confusing, I am in the process of heading back through both parts of my academy fic and editing to make it more coherent haha. 

I hope you like this! 

ENJOY! COMMENT! PLEASE!




Nathen's POV:

Vic is far too excited. And I don't get why? Well I do but I also don't. I do feel slightly betrayed that he was just planning to leave, even if with the looks of it he was seriously deliberating. That does make me feel better, as in a lot better, but he still decided to leave in the end. I thought we meant more to him that. The way his holding my hand, makes me think we could be more than friends, but he was leaving us.

I thought I meant more to him than that. This morning makes me feel like I want to mean more to him. But do I have any right to feel this way? Everything is so confusing. All that feels right at the moment is his long fingers folded in mine. When the guy started filming earlier I was so surprised at how strong my protective instincts were.

We are just friends though.

Aren't we?

Or maybe it's a more weren't we? because I'm not sure we are anymore, in fact I would say we haven't been for a while, a long while. I do get what he was doing. F**k. We pushed him away it is our fault. Does that mean we pushed the others away as well? S**T. Of course it does, that's at least part of it. who would want to stay with us when we are literally forcing them to be people they aren't.

My mother greets us with a forced smile from her coffee van though her eyes light up slightly at the sight of Victor. It makes my heart twist, is my mum so afraid of me? Do I remind her of dad? Or is it something else? Have I done something? Could she know about North? About Luke?

She serves the last customer in her queue, obviously a regular from the happy smiles that they exchange and the way that the lady thanks my mum in sign language. I've been learning and I'm getting there, I can understand my mum a bit now, maybe half the words she 'says', if she signs slowly.

She signs 'hello' at us both then turns to look at Vic questioningly. He barely glances at me before answering. Which is when I realise we've been holding hands in front of my mother until now.

"I need to have a chat with someone you know how to get in contact with..." her eyes narrow. 'Who?' her hands flash quickly. I start to try and translate but Vic just starts to sign back. When the f**k did he learn to sign? That f****r! The two of them have a conversation in sign so quickly that I can only catch a few signs here and there, normally when they are super clear. I catch 'puppy', 'princess', 'girl', a sign I think is 'marriage' and another one that looks like 'escape'. I watch my mum's eyes get softer as she watches, still situated behind the counter.

When they both stop she pulls a phone from her pocket and taps away at it for several moments. Then the screen lights up as she starts calling someone then the spoon comes out and she starts tapping at super speed. A sweet voice comes out on speaker after a minute.

"Okay, whoa, whoa, Victor do you want to tell what's going on? Hi Nathan, I'm assuming you're there as well?"

"I am!" the 'I'm glad someone remembered me' hangs in the air without me having to say it, both my mum and Victor have the grace to look slightly ashamed.

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